Pirate: I'm an admiral now, what's wrong with taking a little extra money?

one second.

two seconds.

three seconds.

"Click".

The door to the ward turned, and that familiar figure appeared at the door right on time.

Bogart was indeed holding the coat in his hand, and was about to speak.

Kane had already turned his head, raised his water glass, and, with his signature warm and welcoming smile, spoke first:

"Is it time to go through the gates of justice, Mr. Bogart?"

"I imagine the Warring States general is already getting impatient on the deck, isn't he?"

Bogart's foot, which was about to step in, was abruptly suspended in mid-air.

For the first time, a crack appeared on his face, which looked as if it had been drawn with a ruler and whose expression had remained unchanged for millennia.

He looked at Kane, his eyes filled with astonishment and confusion.

The soundproofing in the VIP ward of this flagship is top-notch. How did this kid know so precisely that we had arrived at the Gate of Justice? He even guessed Sengoku's orders word for word?

Unless... it's Observation Haki?!

But how is that possible?

Although this kid has awakened Observation Haki, it's only at a basic level.

He was in a coma for two days, and when he woke up he could foresee the future?

His talent... is it even more monstrous than a monster's?!

Seeing Bogart's horrified expression, Kane was secretly overjoyed.

Cool!

That 600,000 yuan in disciplinary points was totally worth it!

"...How did you know?" Bogart's voice carried a rare hint of hesitation.

"intuition."

Kane pointed to his head, his smile innocent and harmless.

"Perhaps because I had a close brush with death, I am particularly sensitive to the direction of the ocean."

That's a really pretentious way of putting it.

Bogart gave him a deep look, then didn't press further. He simply tossed his coat over and resumed his indifferent tone: "Then hurry up, the general is waiting on deck. Welcome back to headquarters, hero."

He took the coat of justice, draped it gracefully over his shoulders, and got out of bed barefoot.

He stretched, and his bones cracked and popped in a series of crisp, rapid sounds. Every muscle bulged slightly under his coat, exuding an explosive and powerful beauty.

[Current disciplinary violation balance: 340,200 points.]

I spent nearly 600,000 yuan, but in return, I became a completely new version of myself, truly stepping into the realm of the strong!

High HP and defense, possessing advanced Haki, and equipped with the devastating Storm Fruit.

Now he truly has the power to roam freely across this vast ocean!

Kane flexed his wrists, his gaze passing over Bogart's shoulder and looking out into the deep corridor.

Through the porthole at the end of the corridor, the enormous door, symbolizing the highest power in the world, came into view.

The curve of his lips became playful.

“Let’s go, Mr. Bogart.”

"Don't keep my dear friends waiting."

Chapter 52 A meteoric rise! The youngest admiral in naval history!

Marineford, the gates of justice slowly open.

Amidst the massive whirlpool of the ocean currents, the flagship of the Warring States general, like a triumphant steel behemoth, broke through the waves.

The crescent-shaped port was already completely surrounded.

Under the sunlight, the formation of thousands of naval elites stretched out in a vast expanse of white.

"They've arrived! The warships of the Sengoku period general!"

Is Mr. Kane up there?

"I heard he's only nineteen! Nineteen! When I was nineteen, I was shining shoes for my superior at the East China Sea branch!"

The discussions surged like a heatwave.

At the very front of the crowd, three figures with distinctly different auras, yet equally imposing and impossible to ignore, stood side by side.

"How scary!"

Borsalino pouted, pushed up his brown sunglasses, and spoke with his signature sarcastic tone:

"Just one internship trip and he's already crippled the Golden Lion... How did Kane manage that? It makes me look like I didn't try hard enough!"

"You never even tried, Borsalino."

Kuzan scratched his messy curly hair, looking at the warship with a complicated expression: "But... this is too exaggerated. The talent gap between people is deeper than an ocean trench. This is so troublesome..."

"Humph!"

A cold snort interrupted the two who were about to continue their rant.

Sakazuki crossed his arms, the shadow of his baseball cap obscuring his expression, only his eyes fixed intently on the approaching bow of the ship.

His fists clenched so tightly in his leather gloves that they made a "crunching" sound, and beneath the skin of his arms, the dark red color of magma was faintly visible.

Jealousy? No.

That was the exhilaration of meeting a worthy opponent, and... the extreme anxiety of feeling that one's own strength was still insufficient!

"Kane..."

Sakazuki muttered to himself, a ferocious smile spreading across his taut lips.

"Only then will you be qualified to share this 'absolute justice' with me!"

As the warship docked, the gangway was lowered.

Sengoku and Garp were the first to step out, and the appearance of these two big shots instantly silenced the noisy port.

But then, everyone's gaze shifted past them and focused on the young figure slowly walking down.

Kane was not wearing a standard military uniform.

He was only wearing a slightly oversized coat of justice, shirtless, boldly revealing his extremely well-built muscles.

Under the sunlight, the clearly defined textures exude an explosive sense of power.

His steps were steady, each one seemingly stepping on the heartbeats of the crowd.

He showed no stage fright whatsoever; instead, he exuded a nonchalant ease. Halfway down the gangway, he casually raised his hand and waved to the enthusiastic marines below.

This move instantly ignited the entire audience.

"Hey—!! Mr. Kane is waving this way!!"

"Oh my god! He's smiling at me! Look at those muscles... I'm suffocating!"

"So cool! Is this the man who defeated the Golden Lion? That confidence... Ah, I'm dead!"

A group of female marines who were usually so dashing and heroic couldn't help but scream out loud, their eyes filled with fervor.

Kane stepped off the gangway, ignoring the surrounding noise, and went straight to the "Monster Trio".

"Hey, the three of you."

Kane smiled at his fellow students, whose expressions varied: "What's wrong? Don't you recognize me after a few days? Sakazuki, why is your face still so sour?"

"Shut up."

Sakazuki replied coldly, but the next second, he slapped Kane's shoulder hard with his large hand.

"It's good that he's not dead."

Although it was only four words, the approval in that tone was more weighty than any praise.

"Kane~" Borsalino leaned closer, his face, which often made it hard to tell whether he was loyal or treacherous, filled with curiosity. "How much treasure is on the Golden Lion's fleet? Did you bring us any souvenirs?"

"Go away, go away! Where is the treasure? There's only a ship full of pirate corpses."

Kane waved his hand dismissively, then lowered his voice discreetly, speaking in a volume only the four of them could hear.

"However... I did manage to snag two bottles of good wine. Same place tonight?"

Kuzan's eyes lit up instantly, and all his laziness vanished.

"That's a good idea!"

Borsalino pushed up his glasses, a lewd grin spreading across his face. "Oh~ this is really... so decadent, I like it."

Even Sakazuki, though he snorted, did not refuse.

Just then, a messenger came running up, panting, and immediately stood at attention and saluted the moment he saw Kane.

"Report! Kane...Sir!"

The term "messenger" has unconsciously become a respectful one.

"Marshal Kong has ordered that you proceed to his office immediately!"

……

Twenty minutes later, on the top floor of the headquarters building.

The mahogany door, symbolizing the highest authority in the navy, was pushed open.

The huge office was filled with smoke.

Aside from Garp, who was frantically munching on senbei, the four big shots—Air Marshal, Sengoku Admiral, and Zephyr—sat upright, their six gazes fixed on Kane like searchlights.